Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Fall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q65,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.